Chapter 0.9: Derivation Complete
“I finally understand now, do the old women at Mystic Maiden Palace have no other business besides joking about your chest?” Qin Gou asked, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
“They must be jealous that Little Chair is ice-snow smart, hundreds of times smarter than them!” Yi Chengying said indignantly, tapping her little head.
“That’s not quite true.”
“Why not?”
Qin Gou’s eyes flickered, and he quickly improvised, “Because they’re clearly jealous that you have a small chest and good demeanor!”
“Really? So this is related to demeanor?” Yi Chengying’s eyes flashed with joy upon receiving the compliment, and she smiled sweetly as if she had eaten honey.
“Of course.” Qin Gou nodded vigorously. “Now you can finally let go of your worries, right?”
“No.” Yi Chengying replied quickly without hesitation. “Little Chair doesn’t want demeanor.”
Qin Gou glared at the wench with annoyance. “Fine, but I do have a way now that might help you. Are you willing to try?”
“Yes, yes.”
“So decisive?” Qin Gou was very surprised. How many times had this wench been ridiculed by those old women at Mystic Maiden Palace for her small chest?
“Little Chair wants to hold her head high and achieve instant fame, to have thirty years of the east bank and thirty years of the west bank. Don’t bully a young girl’s poverty!” The poverty Yi Chengying spoke of was clearly the poverty of a small chest and extreme hunger.
Qin Gou smiled dotingly and extended his hand. “Let our spiritual powers connect naturally. By the way, if it can truly change, what exactly do you want to become?”
“Little Chair wants to be as broad-minded as the Palace Lord! But not exceed her, no, just a little smaller than the Palace Lord would be fine.” Yi Chengying’s eyes were full of adoration as she blurted out.
“Bastard, what nonsense are you spouting, wench? How could I possibly know how big Qishuang Wench actually is…” Qin Gou stopped halfway, his mouth snapping shut. Damn it, he actually knew perfectly well.
After their spiritual powers connected voluntarily, Qin Gou’s mind moved, and he activated the Hand of Life Measurement, asking, “Do you feel anything?”
“Not the slightest feeling.” Yi Chengying replied truthfully.
“That’s not possible.”
Qin Gou looked puzzled. The information provided by the system couldn’t be wrong. He immediately used more spiritual power to activate it. “Reach out and feel it yourself.”
Yi Chengying shyly reached out to touch, and her expression immediately turned dejected. “Still like steamed buns.”
“Don’t describe it to me!”
Qin Gou shook his head, finding it both funny and frustrating. He withdrew his right hand, which had been clasped with Yi Chengying’s. “Something must have gone wrong. I also tried to make your height a bit longer just now, but it had no effect at all.”
Then, as if suddenly recalling something, Qin Gou’s expression changed slightly.
“Lord Qin, what’s wrong?” Yi Chengying asked, utterly confused.
“You… have you taken the Youth Preserving Pill I gave you back then?” Qin Gou asked with a hint of depth in his voice.
“Mmm! After taking the Youth Preserving Pill, no matter how old Little Chair gets in the future, she’ll always look like this…” Yi Chengying’s small mouth gaped, and she stood there dumbfounded.
Qin Gou awkwardly rubbed his nose. “After taking the Youth Preserving Pill, its medicinal power instantly merges with the bloodline, and your appearance will be eternally frozen at a certain moment. Even if your soul scatters and spirit vanishes, and you’re buried in the earth for a thousand years, it won’t change.”
For a moment, Yi Chengying’s delicate, moist lips trembled. Her eyes were hollow and vacant, and her voice quivered, “So… that means, even if Little Chair becomes a Dharma Aspect True Person, or even a Realm Lord in the future, there won’t be any change?”
The reason the Youth Preserving Pill was a sacred artifact yearned for by all female cultivators in the Cultivation World lay in its absolute irreversibility. As long as one’s limbs weren’t directly severed, no injury would leave even the slightest scar. As a woman, Yi Chengying understood this far better than Qin Gou.
“It’s not entirely impossible.” Qin Gou felt a pang of sympathy and forced himself to comfort her. “You can have anything in your dreams.” For example, in his dreams, his Soul Spirit tools could still fulfill Little Chair’s beautiful dream.
“Master.”
At this moment, Ao Banwei returned to the two of them and said solemnly, “After extensive inquiries by Fairy Sister, it can now be confirmed that the Little Saint Monarch should be at Heaven’s Substitution Academy.”
“Heaven’s Substitution?” Qin Gou’s eyes flashed. “This Heaven’s Substitution Academy seems to be an enterprise under the Heaven’s Substitution Sect founded by that wench Man’er. With her help, it will definitely be like adding wings to a tiger. Speaking of which, I saw Man’er attending Xia Zhu’s wedding at Sword Questioning Sect yesterday. I wonder if she’s still at Sword Questioning Sect.”
While Qin Gou was speaking, Yi Chengying’s little face was blank and dazed. Like a rusty puppet, she walked unsteadily towards the inner room.
“Sister Chengying, where are you going?” Ao Banwei asked, confused.
“To dream.” Little Chair said with a vacant look in her eyes and slowly walked into the bedroom.
Ao Banwei looked bewildered. “Master, what’s wrong with Sister Chengying?”
“She needs to be alone for a while.” Qin Gou said with a headache.
Suddenly, a fleeting flash of fatal, poisonous, emerald-green light appeared in Qin Gou’s pupils, and the System prompt sounded.
“Ding. Congratulations to the host, Xie Yu Dharma Image derivation and advancement complete.”
At the same time, Ao Banwei, who was facing Qin Gou, saw a phantom image of an extremely beautiful woman with misty hair and green eyes standing behind Qin Gou.
Her delicate face was stunningly beautiful, like a rosy dawn. She was only clad in a soft black veil that tightly wrapped her devilishly exaggerated voluptuous curves. Her snow-white, slender jade legs were faintly visible, but her truly fatal parts were conservatively covered, exuding an air of mystery. Behind her, a pair of sinister, pitch-black wings were curled up, and several long, phoenix tail feathers moved without wind, clearly marking her as no ordinary person.
The other party easily detected Ao Banwei’s gaze. She actually leaned on Qin Gou’s back and haughtily lifted her chin at Little White Dragon, revealing two sharp fangs in a show of dominance.
“Master, who is behind you?” Ao Banwei exclaimed, covering her small mouth.
Qin Gou turned around, and the female phantom image inexplicably passed through the wall, entering the room where Yi Chengying was.
“Master, she passed through the wall and ran into Sister Chengying’s room!”
Qin Gou didn’t hesitate and quickly rushed towards Yi Chengying’s door with Ao Banwei.
Inside the room.
Yi Chengying was sitting dazedly on the bed, stunned. Suddenly, she saw a woman with a captivating face, whose every frown and smile could steal one’s soul, and who possessed the broad bosom she had always dreamed of. She instinctively blurted out, “So beautiful!”
Xie Yu was startled at first. Her fair cheeks turned a shy crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then she broke into a genuine, joyful smile. “Why are you praising me like this! Is what you’re saying the truth?”
How could this woman’s voice be so soft and weak, so inconsistent with her appearance!
“Of course.” Yi Chengying nodded with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.
“What’s your name?”
“Yi Chengying.”
“I like you! I don’t want to be with that Qin guy anymore; he’s too dishonest. I really want to be Yi Chengying’s Dharma Image. It’s not for any other reason, and definitely not because you praised my looks. I just see that you love speaking the truth and are more honest than him!”
